Ah, how well I know that when young men’s
Lustful thoughts drive their souls to travel to that lower zone,
Oft forbid by social grace and delicate thoughts polite,
Even the smell of rotting flesh upon a salty beach,
Will not dissuade their burning passions.

Though its aroma strong may well be hid
By powders, scents, and lotions, the mask is brief at best
And soon the odor true will force its way straight through
Even the laciest fashions.

So I say, dive on young men and find your “Y”
Dive on, dive on with instinct bold and prompt those sighs;
Ignore the warnings to your senses and the question, “Why?”
And relish lust until the day you die.

unci, although the quotation marks and apostrophe marks were messed up in the character format, your message and the skill of your rhythm and meter, make this a remarkable poem. Bravo...for going perhaps where few dare tread...except those brave young men you so skillfully mention.

Thanks for the nice comment G. The format corrections are as follows:

Line 1: last word is "men's"
Line 10: last word is "Y"
Line 12: last word is "Why?"

Thanks again, unci

Line 4 reminds me of the story of the blind man walking by the fish market and tipping his hat as he said,"Mornin' Ladies."

...but unci, you deactivated your profile!